Luyện nghe bài hát Blown Away

[Intro: (Playalitical)]
goin on, what's up my nuh?
Ay Paul man, up some weed, y'knowmsayin?
We 'bout to rock this shit, Spoke-In-Word (yeah)
Knowmsayin, we 'bout to really make this happen
(It's that smoke session) Bizzy Bone the Cowboy
a blunt up man
No man, you that I got mine

[Interlude: Bizzy Bone (Playalitical) {female
So get (uhh, I can make a call, it's on its way)
So get hiiiigh (so we can get ta some hay)
So get hiiiigh (I get) {blown away!}
Let's get, get, let's get, let's get hiiiigh {ohh noooo}

Bone]
Now roll up the weed in the swisha, heavenly
We gonna smoke smoke smoke, leave it up in them lungs 'til we choke
It's bittersweet, I get high, but it settles
topsy-turvy, swerve on the curb
with a fifth of grape Kool-Aid and
With the misfits, I pitch in, some of switch though
Havana just be poppin for Doris, be smokin 'dro
Fly home nervous, the customs, enter a sweet
I see my babies and my maid, and then Puffy made my sweep
thousand, five thousand for a pound of yo' sticky
And I'm talkin haze back in '94, just stuff it in that sock Bizzy
But downed me on it, and they kept the bag for three days
I at the front door, right at the airport
believe I'ma get my trees
I smoke the pound, met a broad and now we out of town
Got married and divorced, and ever since then, carryin the
Got married and divorced, I met a broad and we out of
It's Bizzy Bone, he been carryin his cross - one love, one

[Chorus: Bizzy Bone (Playalitical) {female
So get hiiiigh (uhh, I can a call, it's on its way)
So get hiiiigh (so we can get ta blowin hay)
So get hiiiigh (I wanna get) away!}
Let's get, let's get, let's get, let's get hiiiigh {ohh
(Uhh, I can make a call, on its way)
So get hiiiigh (so we can get ta blowin hay)
So get hiiiigh (I wanna get) away!}
Let's get, let's get, let's get, let's get hiiiigh noooo}

(Playalitical)]
Yo, yo
Take to the sky on a high, lovin you more 'til the day that I die
Dead or alive, I'ma be puffin that weed, whether like it or not
Addicted to the pipe and the pot, I'm gifted a light in the spot
I can't even keep count of so many clouds, they just on passin me by
(Layzie) Bizzy when it to smokin people say I'm (Krayzie)
Could never get enough, this is my and my Flesh
and all that that me
Somebody roll up a staff of merlin hash, that spoke-in-word and pass
If I ain't I'm servin, therefore I smoke in third person, ask
I can recollect the swishers, but I remember the type and
Some burn, while I was writin these - bars, and hyphens
Been since I was two. 'Glued off aeroponic sold. Fool
in school, I had a locker full of Downeys in blow-tubes.
Takin of blazin-ads, 'paid for inflatin-vaporized-bags.
Thus, I'm to pay my tab, for smokin and smokin to pay my tab..